Dash’s POV
They’ve been here for about an hour, and Harley still looks exactly the way she did when I first laid eyes on her: like she wants to run out the door and never look back.
I really hate Rachel for bringing her here. Even if she isn’t responsible for Payton’s disappearance—which, frankly, I’m still not entirely convinced of—she still could have woken us up and warned us. She wanted Harley to see us with other women; she wanted to push her further from us as potential romantic exploits.
I know I shouldn’t care so much. Harley and I shared one, simple conversation on a rooftop; it’s not like we know each other that well. She certainly didn’t seem particularly taken with me.
I just wish she didn’t have to see a half-naked girl running out of my bedroom. I don’t like her thinking
